Re: Baskin/Robbins
[The next delivery comes in a cellophane envelope: a high-gloss card stock, with a generous handful of chunky green and blue glitter. The back of the postcard can be read just fine without having to open the plastic.]
Without a ruler? That's pretty impressive, Robbins. You might be the artist out of us.
(Am I Kylo Ren in this equation? I suppose it makes sense, given my undeniable daddy issues.)
You're striking me as one of those obnoxiously zen people, and I mean that as a compliment. An envious one, at that. If you're accepting new clients as a life coach I'd gladly sign up.
Do I sound like a jaded asshole yet? I don't mean to, I swear. Part of my deeply imperfect self likes to use humor as a defense mechanism because I'm afraid of being too honest with people. Have you ever felt like that? It's a hollow sort of feeling, I think. Like just the right combination of words could run you right through.
Now I've gone all maudlin, without even a drink to blame. Forgive me, Robbins.